weariness, renewed

I'm exhausted- I probably shouldn't keep staying up so late to write these. The blogger clock is way off too, because its 3:14 in the morning right now even though it will say I posted at 11 or something.

I've been batting around the idea of calling Chris and asking him if he wants to help me work on a screenplay, make a real effort at it this time. He would never admit it but I made Chris love movies the way he does, and I think there could be good creative synergy there. We used to just go out with a camera and wing it. We're used to writing our screenplays visually, shoot a shot, figure it out as we go and edit it up later but I'd like to take a stab at doing it right.

But I'm also weary. The weight of such a task is pretty daunting and who knows if he'd even want to do it, or if we could get it started. That's half the battle- plus who knows when he'll be around. I'll probably think it over for another day, while I keep thinking about a way to make some cash.

My best thoughts come at night right before I drift into unconsciousness. It's a shame that I sleep on the top bunk because it makes it hard to jot things down up there, plus I'd wake Phil up if I turned a light on. I've been good about consistency here so that has to count for something, maybe I can channel my waking and drifting thoughts if I adjust my sleep schedule. Maybe I should start drinking coffee like it's methadone in the mornings, bet that would help get my brain flowing.

What my mind needs now is some rest, but my spirit needs some kind of release. My body also needs rest. Lastly, my head needs a haircut and I need to get to sleep to amount some motivation.